Das Hier #47
I am back humans and because of a challenge that Dalton made to me I am only going to write for ten minutes this quarter, no matter what.
The idea is that I will write for ten minutes in the first with the aim of writing a minimum of 201 words then double each, both time and tally in the remaining three quarters of the day which will be more than enough for me to climb my way past the first good peak and gain another 3000+ word day which is more than we need but allows for us to do better than the goal that I set weeks ago.
And let me tell you this, 1,032,020 words is a lot more than what the good Petrie did and we're going to need our share of first good peak days
So I accept his challenge because I refuse to let a human win a challenge against me.
Mind you, the first part of the challenge is the easiest as I will surely write more than 201 words in the first. The true challenge will come in the 4th when I will have to race to the very end of the day needing to write 1608 words.
I hate to admit this when Dalton is sure to read this once it is available for reading, but I am very much worried about writing that many words in such a short time.
But I accepted the challenge and it wouldn't feel right to not give it my best effort.
And best effort is exactly what Nos Glorieux are going to need as they try to qualify for the tournament without their surprisingly helpful veteran that they had on their team for a bit until they sent him to another team.
I did not want this exchange but it is for the best is it not?
At least, I hope it is for the best because he is not going to return.
As you can tell by the way that I ended the first quarter's writing I stopped writing when the alarm sounded for the ten minutes because I didn't finish my thought regarding the helpful veteran that was just sent away by Nos Glorieux.
Some people think that he will come back after the tournament is over because he enjoyed the culture here. I am sure that he did, but he will be exposed to another good culture and if he proves himself there as he did here, they will want him too.
So no, he will not be back but he was helpful, the team just didn't help itself enough during that time as there were too many stupidly lost games.
A challenge like this is easiest in the first two stages as the double from 10 to 20 still allows for an easy doubling up of the first tally.
If the first is reasonable of course. Though everyone's idea of reasonable is different. But what I was aiming for in the first, few people would say that 200 words is unreasonable for a writer worth their salt with developed skills and not stuck in a story that refuses to flow at all.
And if it stuck that badly, many could set it aside and start a new story.
Or just find a way to skip ahead so that they can write more of that story without being stuck forever.
As it happens, I wrote more than my desired minimum of 201 words to start the day and hit 330 which means I have to write 660.
And in 20 minutes, that leaves little room for a story, which I don't even have in my head because II haven't yet drawn today so there's not story for me to be inspired to write liike at the drop of a hat.
No, the last drawing that I did is cool of course, at least to me, but it did not do that inspirational thing for me.
I didn't include the time that I started, though of course the time that I end the writing at will of course inform me when I started, but it's not the same as giving the starting point at the actual start.
Yes, I am frustrated because I know that I am not going to double what I wrote in the first quarter as I just don't feel the same flow even though I have twice the time, it just doesn't follow like a well trained dog.
I should come to the 3rd quarter with a story so that I have a better channce as I have found the first burst of writing is often my best as there's no barriers and I can write whatever thought comes into my head.
If I have the right story point to start from and the flow is not being blocked by living amongst you humans.
The end of my time is nearly up, which I know because I have twice checked to see how much time i have left, which is a bad sign because if I was given to the cuase as I was in the first quarter, I wouldn't have paused in my efforts to see where I stood on the time side.
I haven't mathed my tally once and won't until the alarm sounds.
But inwardly, my idea of the much that I have written is not much at all but is less than what I wanted.
I'll only write 507 words this quarter and while that sounds great, it's not nearly double of what I wanted. Though it still leaves me in the range of climbing to the first good peak.
And that is part of what this is about. Do the math and you will see where a start of 200 words gets you if you write four times and double each time.
In that way, writing 3000 words a day is not as onerous a task as you might imagine.
I found myself afraid to report for the third writing of the day as now it gets serious as I will be writing for 40 minutes where I am going to expect to write the second most words of the day which is not being helped by the drawings that I have drawn today because they are not especially inspiring as far as creating a story.
The first one features a vehicle driving down a hill that ends in the water while it is attacking a skyship.
On another day it would have inspired a good beginning to a story but not today.
That one was from the morning and as a drawing, it is better than some of the lesser ones that have been more inspiring on the story front.
So I gain in one but lose in the other?
At least that's the case today.
The second one that I drew after a late lunch, which tasted pretty good, but not as good as the breakfast that I had the other day where I was like oh god humans, this is the most delicious thing that I can remember eating, even though it is not the greatest thing that you have made. But in those moments, it was simple amazing.
For the record, it was A BLT bagel with an egg, hold the cheese and a muffin.
Your human food is so full of tastes, I could at least not be so very angry if it turned me human.
But that's not going to happen.
As for the drawing, which was spread out across two pages, with one page featuring a fun head shot of a would be hero whose logo on his chest is that of a hot cup of coffee.
His name because of that? Javamon. I rather like how I drew him and the other side is also cool as it is a tilted room from elsewhere with nothing in it but five eyes with one of them saying that they are watching my hero who as lackiing in the hero as he is, still looks pretty heroic.
It seems that I was right to be afraid of this quarter today as I am definitely writing more slowly than I was in either of the first two quarters.
And yes, I was thinking similar things this morning as I was writing in the second quarter, but I was wrong then.
I am not wrong now and I know that I have fallen well short of the aim that I had, which is decidedly improbably as I had to write 1336 words to follow though on the double, double and and double once more.
I was too good earlier.
Mind you, had I just matched in the third what I wrote in the second I'd be fine and still on the way to climbing to the first good peak.
Now I'm going to have to write, write, write and write some more in the 80 minutes that I will have.
And I will surely rebound in the last quarter.
Only if I write like I have this quarter, I won't be writing 3000+ words today which bothers me because I was so sure this morning that I was going to be triumphant today.
I am far from triumphing today.
As are Nos Glorieux who need to 15 of their last 18 games this season to qualify for the tournament and that seems unlikely as their last win, a shutout, was against a team that is at the bottom of the standings.
Though the game before that was against one of the better teams in the whole of the league. But three streaks of absolute wretchedness is telling.
And I come to the end having written 500 words in 40 minutes which is nothing to be pleased with when I wrote more in the second in half the time.
Oh bother indeed.
1349 words. Anything less than that and I will be an unhappy alien and I won't have anyone to blame, alien or human, but myself for missing out on the climb to 3000+ words.
And we don't even need to climb this high as the recent surge in writing has gotten us back on track, even without the goodly help of Franklin, who I am sure is set to come back anytime now.Even if I haven't hear from him since I made my mea culpa and sent him that e-mail asking for him to come back and just let himself go, that it didn't matter how much of the decayear he contributed to, we were better off with him in the mix than not.
So I'm not worried about his return, it's going to happen, it's simply a matter of time.
Also, I was wrong for the second time about how much I wrote, as you can see. I'm still not happy with how little I wrote, but it was more than the 500 words and was just a little off of what I wrote in the second, so while it wasn;t the victory that I was hoping for, it was enough that I don't have to shake my head at how badly I did.
I just underwrote, which isn't quite the same thing as letting myself down because we're still going to bring the day into the camp at the base of the mountain for the tenth straight day, which keeps the lesser reached days at ten, which is good because I did have four straight days where the lesser reach was the only reach that I could manage, which is not good for the sacred quest that we are on.
And making it to ten is almost a done deal thanks to the good writing that I've done today and the certainty of what I will write this quarter, which is sure to be more than the 367 words that I need to hit 2020 word, which is a fitting base camp minimum considering the year.
But enough of that right? Can't I write about something more than writing about writing?
This is where it's always helpful to have drawn something that inspires a story.
Only I seem to be getting better with my drawings and worse with the inspiration that comes from for a story.
Though I must admit that there is something about the dancing Pinaguay which likes to dance for the amusement of its mate and if its dance is deemed to be acceptable by the suitored, then they become mates for life.
And sometimes it's the female that dances while in this case, it is a male dancing for the acceptance by the female, which makes complete sense to me as why should it always be the male that is the eternal suitor which gives the female all the power because if one is always asking they are far more likelier to have a history of hearing many a no, which can't be fuin for them.
Even if they're a lesser creature like a Pinaguay. Though he looks sad as he dances for his would be mate, I do like the happy stories so I think that it is more likely there would be a yes for him, as opposed to the not that seems all too common amongst the human males that I have talked to about. That is admittedly a small sample size, but even a small sample size is telling.
It's also small because not too many humans want to unburden themselves to an alien sho is not licenced as a therapist.
And even then, too many would balk at talking to a non-human.
Oh well, it is what it is and I already know all I need to know about your human dating practices.
But is a single dancing Pinguay enough to build a story off of?
I'm sad to say that I think the answer is no.
So I am back to the point of needing something to inspire a good burst of words because that is what I need to so that I can be the greatest part of us climbing to the good peaks for four of the last five days because Dalton brought us to the good peak yesterday while I was off.
But that won't happen if I can't write that 1349 words which feels like a thing that I'm not going to do even though I've surely written half od what I need to write this quyarter to make this the latest peak day of the decayear as each one we celebrate, the more likely we are to not only collectively millionize the year, but to millionize it to the point that I wanted us to.
Ha! I'm fuerhter ahead of where I wanted to be by more than a hundred words which makes me think that I will in fact get us climbed past the first good peak for that fifth straight day
The collective us of course. I will never forget the role that Dalton has played in keeping us afloat while the others work through their shit.
They'll be back as soon as they can. In the meantime, it's up to me and Dalton.
And as long as we keep climbing to the first good peak, it can be just the two of us until the end of the decayear and we'll have delivered the decayear with very little help from the others.
Not that I want to do it without them of course. It would be a mark of pride no doubt, but anything more than one takes it from the awesome as accomplished by the good Petrie and brings it down a notch or three to what we are aiming to do.
The whole collective writing of a million words.
It's good, but not nearly as impressive.
Though very few humans outside of those who write would think this was any kind of accomplishment and perhaps the majority of them would be like who cares, have you made a mark with the actual words?
As if writing for the gain of financial benefit is the only reason to write, draw or do any art.
Though it is true that it is certainly better if you can gain your life by the doing of something that you enjoy, even love to do than by the doing of something that you don't.
And now I've seen to how much or little, in this case that I have to do my writing in and it's less than what I had to write in the second quarter.
But seeing as I have already written a thousand words now, I am reasonably certain that I will in fact have a part in five straight days of our good peaking the day.
Can we make it to six?
I don';t know about that, but I do know that it is a given that this will be the fifth because I mathed it up again and that math had me climbing fast towards 1200 which is half a skiphop to victory!
Even if I slow down and relax my way to the first good peak from here,m there's just too much time and too littloe writing for me to fail.
Poor little Paddooith dancing his heart out for would mate, who seemed unmoved by the vesry best dance that he could dance, but Basea, hos would be mate wore not the face, of one who saw the requisite good in his dance and was about to toss him her bright red pebble at his feet that signified her acceptance of his offer to mate. So it was no wonder that he himself looked as sad as he did because the Pina guay mate for life and it is very hard for one of them to be rejected by the one they wish most to mate with.
For those who have been the recipient of such a dance however and found it to be lacking, for whatever reason do not find it hard at all to dance for another.
Oh bother squared. This human built desktop now has a pop up ad as you humans say that I cannot find the means to remove from myu sight, like I should be able to which means that I have to wait until my writing time has come to an end because it will surely require a restart to remove it.
Or maybe a false restart if I fortunate enough.
Soeaking of fortunate, it is only three minutes until the end of my writing for the day so I can deal with the annoying advert in the corner of my desktop for what remains of the final writing time. Especially when it didn't prevent me from first good peaking the day.
But if it's popped up once, it will surely pop up again.
Such is the way of these annoyances!
Oh well, what can I do?
Charles Petrie
Date
02-24-20
Time
00:10-00:20=10, 07:37-07:57=20*, 16:24-17:04=40
22:01-23:21=80
150 Minutes
Word Count
330+668+655+1507=3160
The idea is that I will write for ten minutes in the first with the aim of writing a minimum of 201 words then double each, both time and tally in the remaining three quarters of the day which will be more than enough for me to climb my way past the first good peak and gain another 3000+ word day which is more than we need but allows for us to do better than the goal that I set weeks ago.
And let me tell you this, 1,032,020 words is a lot more than what the good Petrie did and we're going to need our share of first good peak days
So I accept his challenge because I refuse to let a human win a challenge against me.
Mind you, the first part of the challenge is the easiest as I will surely write more than 201 words in the first. The true challenge will come in the 4th when I will have to race to the very end of the day needing to write 1608 words.
I hate to admit this when Dalton is sure to read this once it is available for reading, but I am very much worried about writing that many words in such a short time.
But I accepted the challenge and it wouldn't feel right to not give it my best effort.
And best effort is exactly what Nos Glorieux are going to need as they try to qualify for the tournament without their surprisingly helpful veteran that they had on their team for a bit until they sent him to another team.
I did not want this exchange but it is for the best is it not?
At least, I hope it is for the best because he is not going to return.
As you can tell by the way that I ended the first quarter's writing I stopped writing when the alarm sounded for the ten minutes because I didn't finish my thought regarding the helpful veteran that was just sent away by Nos Glorieux.
Some people think that he will come back after the tournament is over because he enjoyed the culture here. I am sure that he did, but he will be exposed to another good culture and if he proves himself there as he did here, they will want him too.
So no, he will not be back but he was helpful, the team just didn't help itself enough during that time as there were too many stupidly lost games.
A challenge like this is easiest in the first two stages as the double from 10 to 20 still allows for an easy doubling up of the first tally.
If the first is reasonable of course. Though everyone's idea of reasonable is different. But what I was aiming for in the first, few people would say that 200 words is unreasonable for a writer worth their salt with developed skills and not stuck in a story that refuses to flow at all.
And if it stuck that badly, many could set it aside and start a new story.
Or just find a way to skip ahead so that they can write more of that story without being stuck forever.
As it happens, I wrote more than my desired minimum of 201 words to start the day and hit 330 which means I have to write 660.
And in 20 minutes, that leaves little room for a story, which I don't even have in my head because II haven't yet drawn today so there's not story for me to be inspired to write liike at the drop of a hat.
No, the last drawing that I did is cool of course, at least to me, but it did not do that inspirational thing for me.
I didn't include the time that I started, though of course the time that I end the writing at will of course inform me when I started, but it's not the same as giving the starting point at the actual start.
Yes, I am frustrated because I know that I am not going to double what I wrote in the first quarter as I just don't feel the same flow even though I have twice the time, it just doesn't follow like a well trained dog.
I should come to the 3rd quarter with a story so that I have a better channce as I have found the first burst of writing is often my best as there's no barriers and I can write whatever thought comes into my head.
If I have the right story point to start from and the flow is not being blocked by living amongst you humans.
The end of my time is nearly up, which I know because I have twice checked to see how much time i have left, which is a bad sign because if I was given to the cuase as I was in the first quarter, I wouldn't have paused in my efforts to see where I stood on the time side.
I haven't mathed my tally once and won't until the alarm sounds.
But inwardly, my idea of the much that I have written is not much at all but is less than what I wanted.
I'll only write 507 words this quarter and while that sounds great, it's not nearly double of what I wanted. Though it still leaves me in the range of climbing to the first good peak.
And that is part of what this is about. Do the math and you will see where a start of 200 words gets you if you write four times and double each time.
In that way, writing 3000 words a day is not as onerous a task as you might imagine.
I found myself afraid to report for the third writing of the day as now it gets serious as I will be writing for 40 minutes where I am going to expect to write the second most words of the day which is not being helped by the drawings that I have drawn today because they are not especially inspiring as far as creating a story.
The first one features a vehicle driving down a hill that ends in the water while it is attacking a skyship.
On another day it would have inspired a good beginning to a story but not today.
That one was from the morning and as a drawing, it is better than some of the lesser ones that have been more inspiring on the story front.
So I gain in one but lose in the other?
At least that's the case today.
The second one that I drew after a late lunch, which tasted pretty good, but not as good as the breakfast that I had the other day where I was like oh god humans, this is the most delicious thing that I can remember eating, even though it is not the greatest thing that you have made. But in those moments, it was simple amazing.
For the record, it was A BLT bagel with an egg, hold the cheese and a muffin.
Your human food is so full of tastes, I could at least not be so very angry if it turned me human.
But that's not going to happen.
As for the drawing, which was spread out across two pages, with one page featuring a fun head shot of a would be hero whose logo on his chest is that of a hot cup of coffee.
His name because of that? Javamon. I rather like how I drew him and the other side is also cool as it is a tilted room from elsewhere with nothing in it but five eyes with one of them saying that they are watching my hero who as lackiing in the hero as he is, still looks pretty heroic.
It seems that I was right to be afraid of this quarter today as I am definitely writing more slowly than I was in either of the first two quarters.
And yes, I was thinking similar things this morning as I was writing in the second quarter, but I was wrong then.
I am not wrong now and I know that I have fallen well short of the aim that I had, which is decidedly improbably as I had to write 1336 words to follow though on the double, double and and double once more.
I was too good earlier.
Mind you, had I just matched in the third what I wrote in the second I'd be fine and still on the way to climbing to the first good peak.
Now I'm going to have to write, write, write and write some more in the 80 minutes that I will have.
And I will surely rebound in the last quarter.
Only if I write like I have this quarter, I won't be writing 3000+ words today which bothers me because I was so sure this morning that I was going to be triumphant today.
I am far from triumphing today.
As are Nos Glorieux who need to 15 of their last 18 games this season to qualify for the tournament and that seems unlikely as their last win, a shutout, was against a team that is at the bottom of the standings.
Though the game before that was against one of the better teams in the whole of the league. But three streaks of absolute wretchedness is telling.
And I come to the end having written 500 words in 40 minutes which is nothing to be pleased with when I wrote more in the second in half the time.
Oh bother indeed.
1349 words. Anything less than that and I will be an unhappy alien and I won't have anyone to blame, alien or human, but myself for missing out on the climb to 3000+ words.
And we don't even need to climb this high as the recent surge in writing has gotten us back on track, even without the goodly help of Franklin, who I am sure is set to come back anytime now.Even if I haven't hear from him since I made my mea culpa and sent him that e-mail asking for him to come back and just let himself go, that it didn't matter how much of the decayear he contributed to, we were better off with him in the mix than not.
So I'm not worried about his return, it's going to happen, it's simply a matter of time.
Also, I was wrong for the second time about how much I wrote, as you can see. I'm still not happy with how little I wrote, but it was more than the 500 words and was just a little off of what I wrote in the second, so while it wasn;t the victory that I was hoping for, it was enough that I don't have to shake my head at how badly I did.
I just underwrote, which isn't quite the same thing as letting myself down because we're still going to bring the day into the camp at the base of the mountain for the tenth straight day, which keeps the lesser reached days at ten, which is good because I did have four straight days where the lesser reach was the only reach that I could manage, which is not good for the sacred quest that we are on.
And making it to ten is almost a done deal thanks to the good writing that I've done today and the certainty of what I will write this quarter, which is sure to be more than the 367 words that I need to hit 2020 word, which is a fitting base camp minimum considering the year.
But enough of that right? Can't I write about something more than writing about writing?
This is where it's always helpful to have drawn something that inspires a story.
Only I seem to be getting better with my drawings and worse with the inspiration that comes from for a story.
Though I must admit that there is something about the dancing Pinaguay which likes to dance for the amusement of its mate and if its dance is deemed to be acceptable by the suitored, then they become mates for life.
And sometimes it's the female that dances while in this case, it is a male dancing for the acceptance by the female, which makes complete sense to me as why should it always be the male that is the eternal suitor which gives the female all the power because if one is always asking they are far more likelier to have a history of hearing many a no, which can't be fuin for them.
Even if they're a lesser creature like a Pinaguay. Though he looks sad as he dances for his would be mate, I do like the happy stories so I think that it is more likely there would be a yes for him, as opposed to the not that seems all too common amongst the human males that I have talked to about. That is admittedly a small sample size, but even a small sample size is telling.
It's also small because not too many humans want to unburden themselves to an alien sho is not licenced as a therapist.
And even then, too many would balk at talking to a non-human.
Oh well, it is what it is and I already know all I need to know about your human dating practices.
But is a single dancing Pinguay enough to build a story off of?
I'm sad to say that I think the answer is no.
So I am back to the point of needing something to inspire a good burst of words because that is what I need to so that I can be the greatest part of us climbing to the good peaks for four of the last five days because Dalton brought us to the good peak yesterday while I was off.
But that won't happen if I can't write that 1349 words which feels like a thing that I'm not going to do even though I've surely written half od what I need to write this quyarter to make this the latest peak day of the decayear as each one we celebrate, the more likely we are to not only collectively millionize the year, but to millionize it to the point that I wanted us to.
Ha! I'm fuerhter ahead of where I wanted to be by more than a hundred words which makes me think that I will in fact get us climbed past the first good peak for that fifth straight day
The collective us of course. I will never forget the role that Dalton has played in keeping us afloat while the others work through their shit.
They'll be back as soon as they can. In the meantime, it's up to me and Dalton.
And as long as we keep climbing to the first good peak, it can be just the two of us until the end of the decayear and we'll have delivered the decayear with very little help from the others.
Not that I want to do it without them of course. It would be a mark of pride no doubt, but anything more than one takes it from the awesome as accomplished by the good Petrie and brings it down a notch or three to what we are aiming to do.
The whole collective writing of a million words.
It's good, but not nearly as impressive.
Though very few humans outside of those who write would think this was any kind of accomplishment and perhaps the majority of them would be like who cares, have you made a mark with the actual words?
As if writing for the gain of financial benefit is the only reason to write, draw or do any art.
Though it is true that it is certainly better if you can gain your life by the doing of something that you enjoy, even love to do than by the doing of something that you don't.
And now I've seen to how much or little, in this case that I have to do my writing in and it's less than what I had to write in the second quarter.
But seeing as I have already written a thousand words now, I am reasonably certain that I will in fact have a part in five straight days of our good peaking the day.
Can we make it to six?
I don';t know about that, but I do know that it is a given that this will be the fifth because I mathed it up again and that math had me climbing fast towards 1200 which is half a skiphop to victory!
Even if I slow down and relax my way to the first good peak from here,m there's just too much time and too littloe writing for me to fail.
Poor little Paddooith dancing his heart out for would mate, who seemed unmoved by the vesry best dance that he could dance, but Basea, hos would be mate wore not the face, of one who saw the requisite good in his dance and was about to toss him her bright red pebble at his feet that signified her acceptance of his offer to mate. So it was no wonder that he himself looked as sad as he did because the Pina guay mate for life and it is very hard for one of them to be rejected by the one they wish most to mate with.
For those who have been the recipient of such a dance however and found it to be lacking, for whatever reason do not find it hard at all to dance for another.
Oh bother squared. This human built desktop now has a pop up ad as you humans say that I cannot find the means to remove from myu sight, like I should be able to which means that I have to wait until my writing time has come to an end because it will surely require a restart to remove it.
Or maybe a false restart if I fortunate enough.
Soeaking of fortunate, it is only three minutes until the end of my writing for the day so I can deal with the annoying advert in the corner of my desktop for what remains of the final writing time. Especially when it didn't prevent me from first good peaking the day.
But if it's popped up once, it will surely pop up again.
Such is the way of these annoyances!
Oh well, what can I do?
Charles Petrie
Date
02-24-20
Time
00:10-00:20=10, 07:37-07:57=20*, 16:24-17:04=40
22:01-23:21=80
150 Minutes
Word Count
330+668+655+1507=3160
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